Page 110 of Slaughter

“Fuck …”

“I made her bathe,” he says, and Lance runs a hand through his hair. “I need you to make sure the baby is dead,” my father presses. “Then once that is confirmed, I’ll have my men pick her up and take her away. She needs to disappear.”

“Why not just kill her?” Lance asks, shaking his head as if he would rather dispose of a dead girl than a damaged one.

He rolls his eyes. “Because that’s too easy. I have a plan, and you’re fucking it up. So do your part!” he snaps. “If he thinks she just left him, he’ll be angry. And anger is a great motivator.”

Lance runs a hand down his face and lets out a sigh. “You killed your grandchild.”

My heart stops at those words. Up until this moment, I was a little confused. Now it’s clear what I am watching. I take a step toward the TV.

“No, she fucking killed it the moment she got knocked up!” my father snaps. “Now make sure it is done,” he demands.

Lance looks over at my adjoining bathroom again. He walks into it and then bends at the knees, my bed cutting everything from his neck down. After a few seconds, he stands, and my chest tightens when I see an unconscious Bunny in his arms. She’s naked. Blood covers her beautiful face and neck. Bruises dot her body and between her legs.

My father steps toward them and brushes short blond hair from her busted face. “I can see why my son was obsessed. But she was never his to take.”

Then the camera shuts off.

I watch the black screen waiting for more. Waiting for anything but nothing comes.

All this time. For eleven years, I thought she left me and had an abortion. But the truth was my father raped her and then beat her to the point he killed our child.

I fist my hands down by my side. Why didn’t she tell me? How could she …

“Avery?” Tristan calls my name softly.

I look over at him as my heart pounds in my chest. “Where did you get this?” My voice shakes.

“I found these when we rescued Presleigh. When you sent me to ask Lance about the keys. He told me where they were, and these were next to them. They had her name on them.” He looks away in disgust. “I watched them when we got back here. I wanted to tell you but didn’t want to bother you at the time.”

“Did you fucking know about this?” I shout.

He takes a step toward me and growls. “No.”

I run a hand through my hair and take a step back. I feel sick. And pissed. I spin around and yank the door open.

“Avery, don’t,” he calls out, but I ignore him.

I make my way to my bedroom and see she isn’t in bed. I open the bathroom door and find her in my shower, sitting on the shower floor, her leg propped up so the bandage won’t get wet.

“Who was all there at the house with you?” I demand.

She looks up at me with her bloodshot eyes and it fucking breaks my heart. “Vaughn was there.”

“Who else?”

“No one.”

“Bullshit!” I snap, and she flinches. “Who else was fucking there?” If Vaughn was there, then so was my father. They’re thick as thieves. Always have been. I didn’t think of it until now. Now that I know what he did to her years ago. “Bunny.” I growl.

She pulls both of her knees up and wraps her arms around them. Then starts rocking back and forth.

I step into the shower, and she cowers back into the wall, a soft sob coming from her lips. “Why didn’t you tell me?” I demand, and she flinches. “Bunny…”

“Avery?”

I turn around to see Tristan standing in the bathroom away from the door looking right at me. His eyes quickly look down at her before meeting mine once again. “There are other ways for you to find out what you need to know,” he says softly.

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